Starting The Fire by D.I. Jolly It only takes a moment, a single moment, to totally change your life. Everything you’ve done and plotted and planned and been proud of, can all change in that a single moment. Jack had loved his life, he loved his wife, his children, his career, all of it. It…
This was tropical, the kind of heat that filled a room and hung on your shoulders like a hot wet blanket. The kind of heat that feels like drowning if you breathed too deeply. The kind of heat that Jones P.I. hated most.
“The Great Gatsby is a classic, you understand, claaaaassic. That means it is the very measure of what great writing is. It’s a story that’s stood the test of time, and the fact that we’re still able to have this argument how every many hundred years later, proves you wrong.”
He remembered his daughter when she was young staring at him wondering, out loud, how he could just sit there, so still, staring at a book and not getting bored.
Sometimes, normally on Thursdays, I think that if I could read minds I wouldn’t even notice.
They were going to take the tram into the city to have lunch at a fancy restaurant and be fancy ladies who lunch, and then, if she was good, get ice cream. It was going to be the most awesome day ever.
‘Take a look down in that valley and tell me what you see.”Jenkins picking up his binoculars and did as he was told.“I see … b-b-bad intel, sir.”
He enjoyed watching them and couldn’t help but try work out which looked like they were going somewhere, and which were going nowhere. Who was on their way and who was running away?
The desire was so great in his mind that he was most of the way towards forcing himself to talk to her when she pressed the bell and got off, leaving him alone with his thoughts and 37 strangers, including the bus driver.
He would have his days free to do what he wanted and then sleep at work and get paid for it. Because who would want to break into a textile factory?